Disclaimer JKR owns Harry potter and all things affialiated the only thing that is mine will be my oc's further in the story. Thanks
A/N I updated this chapter and the 2nd one to try and fix somethings that a review pointed out. I also added dates so that later when I skip periods of time its understood. Reasoning for this story at the bottom and things to expect. Skip if you want too, its all the underlined stuff. Thanks for reading.
July 31st, 1984
Lying on a concrete slab that looks to be a form of a bed, is a mangy black dog that looks to have a mixture of dirt, sweat and possible blood matted in to his fur. He looks to be asleep even the howls of pain and agony echo throughout the area. Black cloaked figure swirl by the bars on the door. From the looks of it these figures don't even notice the dog. As the night winds on and the howls die off, a soft whimper starts to admit from the dog and in a blink of an eye the dog transform in to a man. The man looks around the small 5x5 cell and out the window, that looks more like a crack in the wall than anything else, tears filling his stormy grays eyes he mumbles "harry is in trouble."
In a normal looking house, in the south eastern corner of England in an area called Surrey, a small boy lays softly crying. He his nursing what looks to be a badly burned arm, his cries are muffled by a pillow to make sure his tormentor doesn't hear him. His green eyes should be filled with hope and joy like any 4 year old, instead there filled with pain and despair. Muttering to himself in between cries "what did I do, I was just excited because it's my birthday? Why don't they care for me like they do Dudley?" Eventually this young boy cries himself to sleep, with nothing but loneliness in his heart.
Aug 1st, 1984
As the sun breaks the next morning, the young boy is woken up by what sounds like an elephant trampling above him. Knowing it's his uncle Vernon walking down the stairs he hurries to makes sure to wrap, what used to be a 2nd maybe 3rd degree burn that now looks like a horrible case of sunburn, up with an old t-shirt. As he hears the locks on the door to his prison under the stairs unclick, he hurries out.
As his large uncle starts to yell "You better have learned your lesson yesterday freak, don't you burn anymore food you put on that table!"
The boy nods his head and mutters "yes uncle Vernon, I promise I will do better."
The fat man just scoffs and the little boy and walks to plop down in a chair that strains under his weight. The little boy gets ingredients out of the fridge and steps on a foot stool in front of the stove, hoping his second attempt at cooking goes better then the first. While he is cooking a woman, with a face that looks to be close resemblance to a horse, comes walking in sets a list down on the counter by him.
She walks over to the table to start getting her tea ready. Sitting down she takes a sip and turns to the boy to lecture him, "Once you're done cooking, you will follow the list on the counter, when its time you will come inside and start to prepare lunch for myself and Dudley."
As on cue a 4 year old came waddling in looking all the part like a baby orca. The boy at the stove without turning away from his cooking nods and replies "Yes aunt Petunia."
A few hours later finds the little boy tending to the back garden in what looks to be a weed infested yard. He keeps running thoughts through his head how to get his family to like him when his musings are stopped by a black dog squeezing through the fenced in backyard. The dog look malnourished just like the boy, you could tell by the water dripping from his coat that he was recently in water. A spark of happiness passed over the features of the black dog. The little boy sat there scared of what this dog could want or if he'd hurt him. The little boy looked at the dog, with what seemed like hope for a chance to have his first friend. The dog slowly approached the boy, trying to show he wasn't a threat. As the dog got closer the boys nerves started to go haywire, once the dog was within hands reach of the boy his big tongue shot out and licked the side of the boys face. For the first time the boy could remember a smile crossed his face as he started to pet the dog. A half an hour later, but what felt like minutes to the little boy, the dog got up and started walking towards the fence again. The boy looked at the dog with sadness in his eyes, when the dog looked back the boy could have sworn the dogs head shrugged in a way to say follow me. Timidly the little boy crept towards the fence and followed the dog through the broken slot. Once on the other side the boy sat down and the dog walked in to a bush.
What seemed like a blink of an eye later a man, which looked to be in his mid-twenties, stepped out of the bush. The little boy now extremely terrified started to scurry back until the man spoke in a rough voice "Harry please don't be afraid of me, I came because I knew you were in trouble. "
Still terrified and trembling the boy asked in a small voice "What do you mean in trouble and why did you call me Harry?"
The man now kneeling in front of him scrunched up his face in a mixture of both confusion and anger. Steeling his nerves the man told in a calm voice "I called you Harry because that's your name, Harison James Potter, about you being in trouble, that's a little bit longer of a story that at this time we don't have. I was a really good friend of your parents and they named me your godfather so in the shortest way to explain it I can feel when you need me."
For the first time in the little boys knowledge he felt hope swell in his chest. This man says he knew his parents and was here to here to help me. With hope shinning through his emerald eyes the little boy asked "Can you tell me about my parents? I don't know anything about them my Aunt and Uncle say they were drunks and degenerates."
Frowning at the end of his comment the boy didn't notice the fury that passed through the man's grey eyes like a stormy night. Holding as much anger in the man replied "All in due time Harry, first things first I need to take care of some things to make sure that we can get away. Once that happens, you and I will go far away from these people that hurt you and we will live the life your parents wanted for you."
At first the boys eyes seemed to glow with nothing but sadness until the words that his godfather just spoke sunk in. Smiling a little the boy looked back at the man "Okay. But what should a call you?"
With humor passing through his eyes and a bark like chuckle "My name is Sirius Black, but you can call me Padfoot. That's what you used to try to call me when you were little. But Harry listen I have to go away for a few days. Just promise me you will keep you head down and your nose clean. I will be back as soon as I can okay, pup?"
Harry nodded back to Sirius, as the man disappeared back into the bushes. Harry decided it was time to go start lunch for his family.
Later that evening of the same day, a black dog emerges from a thick forest in to a clearing around what looks like a small hunting shack. At the same time he steps in to the clearing a man, who looks he just fell out a bottle of booze with blood shot eyes and clothes that looks like they've been worn for a weeks' time, steps out of the little hut. Looking around there is nothing aggressive about the man's posture until he spots the black dog, with in an instant the man's eyes go from being bloodshot to the feral yellow of a wolf.
"You've got a lot of nerve Black coming to my property you traitorous mutt!" The Man shouts as he pulls what looks to be a stick out of his pocket.
At the same time the dog transforms in to Sirius Black "Remus wait, I didn't do anything, I swear on to everything I didn't." The desperation in the Sirius's voice makes the man, now known as Remus, falter before anger took back over.
"You turned your back on everyone I considered family James, Lily, Peter and most importantly Harry, you took everything from me. Don't give me that line of bull shit. How could you do that to your own brother in everything but blood, and not to mention you godson!"
Taken back by his words Sirius dropped to his knees, with tears in his eyes he looks back at Remus "That's just it Remus, I couldn't have done it My oaths to James and Lilly to be Harry's godfather would have killed me if I did it. Think about it Remus, I swore on my magic to do everything in my power to protect him. I already failed by not killing Peter in the alley after I tracked him down. I didn't do it Remus, you have to believe me. I couldn't have done it, think about what you're saying!"
As Sirius's head dropped back down to stare at the dirt, Remus started to think. "After all everything he just said about his magical oaths was real, if he hurt Harry he wouldn't be alive anymore, but at the same time Albus told me that he admitted to killing them."
Looking back at Sirius, he asks "If you didn't kill them, then why did you confess?"
Looking back up with tears cascading down his face, Sirius croaks out "Because in a way I did, James wanted me to be his secret keeper and I decided that I would be the obvious pick. He would have picked either you or I everyone knew that. I suggested Pettigrew. He was the least likely out of our group to be chosen, always the weakest link but we didn't think he was the traitor in the order. Dumbledore knew, he cast the damn charm on the house." S
irius's words alone struck Remus like a solid punch to the jaw, staggering back he finally sat down on to think again. "This makes no sense, why would Dumbledore lie to me it doesn't make any sense, he's always looking out for everyone else. This doesn't make any sense, but I know Sirius couldn't have been the traitor like he said he'd be dead right now. Maybe we should sit inside and talk this through." Standing up Remus brushes off his pants and looks towards the house "Let's get inside so we can talk about all that has happened it seems there is a lot more going on then what we thought."
Far away from the little hut in the woods, Harry is back in his prison under the stairs but for once instead of nightmares the boy is dreaming about a black dog and his godfather taking him away from his "family." As the dream continues to repeat in his mind, the smile on his face grows and grows until it reaches his ears.
"Okay Sirius, say that I believe you why would Albus let you go to prison and put Harry with Lilly's sister?" Remus already started to believe Sirius, but these thoughts kept plaguing his mind.
Sirius in deep thought for a while until an idea came to him, it didn't make allot of sense but it's the only thing he could come up with, "You're not going to like this Remus, but I think Dumbledore is planning on using Harry. Think about it, for starters as Harry's self appointed magical guardian he already control the Potter block in the Wizengamot, then you add in that in my will I put Harry as my heir. So with me incarcerated parts of my will come in to effect. That puts the black votes in Dumbledore's pocket also. Add in the fact that the boy is filthy rich from both families and I think all of that put together should raise suspicion. Did you ever wonder why the Potter's will was never read?"
Remus started rubbing his temples all of this was putting a lot of stain on his mind. It was basically making him question everything he knew to be right in his life. It did all make sense, in away. Albus liked to have all the cards in his hand, if Sirius wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, Harry would have been in his custody. That would put a lot of power on Sirius but he was like a giant kid. Whatever was going on they needed to get to the bottom of this. From what Sirius told him Harry was in abusive house hold, imagine the impact if it got out the savior of the wizarding world was being beaten by muggles and he was placed in the position by non other then the leader of the light. First thing in the morning they would have to go to Gringots and talk to the goblins, if anyone can explain and fix this situation it is them.
A/N: Don't plan on writing to many of these notes, but just wanted to put out there constructive criticism in greatly appreciated. I haven't written since creative writing in 10th grade so, its been 10 years. Just let me know what I can do to fix it. I know my writing style is a little bit off but I'm just trying to get the feel for it again. This chapter is also very short, I just didn't want to put to much information in yet. I know I haven't explained everything and that's part of the point. Well thanks for reading.
This story will be au, I'm keeping Voldie in the story, but it won't be so set on just killing Harry, I mean come on. Plus he won't be in England until later in the story because people would expect that why wouldn't you go outside the country that everyone knows you and raise an army back up before coming back. There won't be any deathly hollows or anything like that. I wasn't feeling the last couple books. I've read a lot of them where Harry either would relies the BS in his life or someone helps him. I don't know if my opinion is jaded because I am an American or what not but to me it just seems messed up that someone would let so many people control their life and not fight back. I mean come on, if half the people even said something close to insulting as they said to Harry, I would've blown my top. Almost all my "American" friends agree with me. I don't know if it's an English thing that people are less hostile which is weird in my book because some of the best punk music came from there. So basically I'm assuming that since even their vows for marriage are magical, I'd assume that the vows one makes as a godfather would be tied to Sirius's magic. So with that being said if my god child was in trouble I'd go through hell and back to get to him. Under the assumption that he is wanted criminal in England, he could seek asylum in the states with all the stuff magic has to prove someone's guilt it really wouldn't be that hard. Harry and Sirius could go there and start a new life under different identities, with the mystics of magic there has to be ways to change your appearance and magical signature etc.
I won't be bashing much, in the beginning it may seem like that, but I'm just setting up the basis for the great escape. After that you won't hear anything about it until later on.
I'm also going under the belief that it would be a little different in the states, for one Americans seem more materialistic then other countries, not that it's a bad thing but we wouldn't live without it. I will be mixing a bunch of different ideas in to this story. I'm not going to worry too much on different accents for different areas of the states because you have to figure that the schools would be somewhat like the military in the aspect that you have people from all over the country and maybe even others coming to these schools so accents after the first year would start to blend together and you wouldn't notice them. Also under the assumption of American wizards having close ties to the muggles they would start school at regular wizarding school earlier so you can maintain your mundane studies, because how you can you live and function amongst them without actually knowing them.
Well here goes nothing this is my first fanfic so any help would be appreciated.
